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Rating: August 2004... summer has come... we decide to ravage the Italian beaches, our vacation begins... driving a shiny Renault Twingo is our friend Kobe Bryant, newly licensed, next to him... me... First, accompanied by a trusty beer, and in the back seat, the friend SexyAjax lying with his trusty ciospa on top of sir Blaster rolling a joint... all the premises are there... After about four hours of travel, we arrive at our chosen destination... we don't even pass by the hotel, straight to our umbrella in search of fresh breasts... we strip and start catching some sun, a little beach game, Blaster rolls yet another joint, and suddenly, a big bald fat guy with a good-natured face approaches us, he seemed like the guy from the Dreher commercial who enjoys gambling... he comes closer, and thinking he was a sock or fresh coconut seller, we start mocking him, but despite everything, he asked if we'd like to set up a beach soccer game on the shore... needless to say... we accepted immediately, convinced of a crushing victory... and we started playing...
As time went by, everyone kept saying they had the impression they had seen that big man before, who had such a sympathetic smile that it was contagious. Meanwhile, evening came, and along the beaches of Salento, the first beach parties were starting, and the big man who introduced himself as Brusco invited us to join him...
We met him in the evening on a tractor on the beach humming "abbronzatissima", as soon as he saw us, he stopped, gave us a big smile, got off the tractor, stopped, and told us a story alongside some background notes with his guitar...
The words were these
……”C’è chi crede solamente al business Ma sto mondo qua e’ pieno de stress Cio’ non fa per me e lo sai perche’? Credo nei sogni e nelle idee… Chiedo un piccolo time out a sto grigiore Per vedere com’e’ fuori stamattina se c’e’ sole Oggi cerco un tocco de colore Per la fantasia che ogni giorno in questo mondo muore Qualsiasi cosa accada a me, vada come vada c’e’ Un uomo e la sua strada che e’ fatta de sogni e de idee Qualunque cosa accada a me, vada come vada c’e’ Un uomo e la sua strada che e’ fatta de sogni e de idee (uoooi) Chiudo gli occhi e m’abbandono, cerco una parte del tutto che sono (uoooi) Se me sento triste o solo, sento sto ritmo che me rimette a nuovo (uoooi) Senza le idee cos’e’ un uomo? Solo un involucro che dentro e’ vuoto (uoooi) Tengo per me cio’ che provo, se cerco conforto qua dentro lo trovo Troppe lotte ogni giorno, troppe guerre su sto mondo ce so Ma io non me nascondo no Vado armato solamente dei sogni che ora in mente c’ho E de quelli che domani faro’ Niente me scarfisce come il mare, come na montagna Manco il fuoco se me brucia l’acqua se me bagna La gente che se lagna de cio’ che guadagna Quando qua ce sta chi manco magna Vorrei lasciar qualcosa su sta terra prima di andar via Per questo coi fratelli cerco l’armonia Con la posse qua al mio fianco famo na magia Con le rime chiuse in una melodia Sogni e speranze danno felicita’, nuove idee per la creativita’ N’alternativa a sta realta’, fatta de lotte e di rivalita’ Solo un sostegno per chi sta un po’ giu’, chi soffre e nun ce la fa piu’ Anche nell’era della TV, se guardo su io mi perdo”
Emotion swept through the little group... the more I looked at him, the more I was convinced I’d seen him before... then I remembered... it was him... the singer of Villa Ada Posse... Brusco...
The vacation passed peacefully for the remaining days... but every time one of us felt down, we remembered the words of that song and lifted our spirits a bit... because, in the end, the real meaning of the song is that every man must walk his own path which is made of dreams... of ideas... of the little beer at night with friends on the beach... of the thought of the girl you like... and all those small but great things...
Dedicated to: the journey everyone makes in life, done as they see fit and for this reason, beautiful and unique... also to punisher, who inspired us...
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